Coming-out Notice, Take III

<emcee> Meine Damen und Herren, mesdames et messieurs, ladies... and gentlemen:

I have an announcement to make.

When I was thirteen, I realized that I didn't like boys that much, and having some passive appreciation for the female form, I assumed I was homosexual.
When I was fifteen, I realized that I was really bad at being a girl, and deriving no small amount of satisfaction from passing as male, I assumed I was transsexual.
These were both honest mistakes that have since been rectified, much to the confusion (and occasional amusion) of those around me. My gender identity is still having a grand old time of floundering around being indecisive and I've no clue whether it will ever settle down, but now, at seventeen, I have finally discovered my sexual orientation based on, not passive appreciation and process of elimination, but an actual history of crushes and love affairs that was always there. The only problem was that I never had the sense to look.

Despite what a certain girlfriend of a few years ago (who is not on my flist at the moment) might tell you, I am not asexual, although at the moment I can be perfectly indifferent to sex if I so choose. Nor am I homosexual, heterosexual, bisexual, trisexual, transsexual, omnisexual, pansexual, or even snarksexual. What am I, then? ( It's probably not what you think. )

Coming-out Notice, Take III

<emcee> Meine Damen und Herren, mesdames et messieurs, ladies... and gentlemen:

I have an announcement to make.

When I was thirteen, I realized that I didn't like boys that much, and having some passive appreciation for the female form, I assumed I was homosexual.
When I was fifteen, I realized that I was really bad at being a girl, and deriving no small amount of satisfaction from passing as male, I assumed I was transsexual.
These were both honest mistakes that have since been rectified, much to the confusion (and occasional amusion) of those around me. My gender identity is still having a grand old time of floundering around being indecisive and I've no clue whether it will ever settle down, but now, at seventeen, I have finally discovered my sexual orientation based on, not passive appreciation and process of elimination, but an actual history of crushes and love affairs that was always there. The only problem was that I never had the sense to look.

Despite what a certain girlfriend of a few years ago (who is not on my flist at the moment) might tell you, I am not asexual, although at the moment I can be perfectly indifferent to sex if I so choose. Nor am I homosexual, heterosexual, bisexual, trisexual, transsexual, omnisexual, pansexual, or even snarksexual. What am I, then? ( It's probably not what you think. )